Wrong Number

One

Y/n- Mom don't forget the pickles. How am I supposed to be pickle rick with out pickles?

Unknown Number- Who the fuck is pickle rick?

Y/n- Oh shit. Wrong number- I'm sorry you don't know pickle rick?

Unknown Number- No. I'd stop texting strangers, dear. It could be dangerous.

Y/n- Fuckin suuuuuuuussss

Your POV

"Well shit." I mumble to myself and decide to use Facebook to remind my mom to buy the pickles. I turn my phone off and flop down onto the couch and turn the T.V on. 

"Breaking news. A seventh body has been linked to the serial killing committed by a man only known as Reverb." The woman spoke. 

"Not much evidence has been found so we encourage you to make sure your doors and windows are locked at night." The screen changed to a man for the weather.

I huff and turn the volume down before heading to the kitchen to try and find some food. I look in the fridge and my eyes light up.

"PICKLES" I scream and rip the jar out of the fridge only to find that its empty. "WHO THE HELL!?" I yell angrily but turn around to the sound of keys.

My mum walks in with some grocery bags and brings them to the kitchen. "Can you shut and lock the door, honey?" She said as she passed me. 

I whine and throw the empty jar away before shutting and locking the front door. "Who would put an empty pickle jar back in the fridge! There wasn't even the delicious juice!" I cry.

"That was probably you, Y/n." She accused and I gasp. "Mama! How dare you! I- Oh wait yeah I did that last night." I notice a new jar of pickles in her hand and brighten up.

"Gimme the goodness!!!!" I reach for the pickles only for my hands to be smacked away. "After dinner, now start peeling the potatoes." I whine and sulk over to the drawers to grab a potato peeler.

I grab a bowl and then the bag of potatoes and sit down on the stool as I begin to peel them. "Have you heard of that serial killer, ma? Nothing like that ever happens in this little town." I speak up.

"Yes, It is terrifying. It's all been girls your age too. I'm not sure if your going to school Monday. The high school mentioned online classes to keep the students safe." She said.

My knuckle slips and I cut my finger with the peeler and cry. "Ah! Woman down! WoMaN dOwN-" Mom throws a band-aid at me and laughed.

"Wow, real loving ma." I giggle with her and soon finish with the potatoes. "Are they really gonna cancel school? I wanna see Abby and Derek!"I pout.

I wash the potatoes before grabbing a knife and a cutting board and slicing them. "They are just trying to be safe. Besides you are texting those too all the time, you can't possibly miss them." She said.

"Well, for your information I also text possible serial killers, so blehh!" Ma looked and me with an irked eyebrow. "Too soon?" I ask and she throws a spoon at me. "Too soon." She said.

"I was trying to text you for more pickles but I put in the wrong number." I explain and she chuckled to herself.